he

he was squatting there at the side of the road when i drove past.

blowing his nose into his hand.

then wiping his snot onto his shoe.

goosebumps filled my body.



thank you, sir for making my day.

the little one

i find myself increasingly unable to understand him, that smaller version of the male species. he is as different from me as the moon and the sun, purely because we are of the opposite sex. with the little girl, i could empathise. i could understand, put myself in her shoes and feel what she needs. with the little boy though, his reasonings go beyond me.

the female species are never meant to understand their male counterparts; how they justify their inactions or callousness, how they can suppress their innermost feelings but not the stirrings of their loins, how they say they love you but their actions shout otherwise. the species that we can't live with, yet can't live without. why do we subject ourselves to such torture, i will never even begin to understand. why are we attracted to them like the moth to the fire and then try with all the power of the world to change them in one way or another? in the end, the wise ones learn to live with it.

i'm digressing, as usual. with the little boy, i have to try harder to understand. i need to have more patience. if he is as alien to me now as a young adorable little person, i cannot imagine how i will cope when he is in his teens and independent, rebellious and wants his own way. i had hoped that my love will be all-encompassing and that it will be his lighthouse to guide him on the path to righteousness.

i'm not too sure.

satisfaction

i'm on an emotional high.

i feel like i've conquered mount kinabalu or even mount everest.

i'm exhausted but the feeling of satisfaction is overwhelming.

the body is tired, the stamina shot.

i look around me with pride.

the toys' room is finally clean.

blog in progress

i'm stubborn.

i'm stubbornly obstinate.

i'm obstinately stubborn.

i keep coming up against a brick wall with all these new html programming which is as alien to me as german or french but i refuse to give up.

day after day, i sit infront of my computer, tearing my hair out in frustration and sighing elaborate loud sighs.

however, i'm still here and i'm still trying.

condemned

i am soooo condemned. went shopping with my mother to the morning market for clothes. that was the nail that sealed my fate in the coffin of auntie-dom. *exaggerated sigh*

how trendy, how fashionable, how happening. *rolls eyes*.

friends

there are those that are your friends simply because you are sacharin sweet to them. the question beckons then will they still be your friend if you were passive?